*sigh*
A lot of the friends I used to think were close are dropping like flies around me, leaving those that seem to barely tolerate me, save for Jeanette, whom I treasure above all else. I can talk to her without a problem....but is it too much to ask for just a couple more that I can actually spend time with? I mean, it's not like I'm trying to push her away..I just want to be around more people....maybe I'm just that annoying? Maybe I really shouldn't say anything to anyone at school for that matter, and see how they react. I've tried this with Ellie and Ilea. For two weeks, they did not respond. And I did that in Sophomore year. I guess that tells me where my loyalties lay...
Maybe I really am that annoying in person, which is why people gravitate towards me online....ain't that sad? I'm like a broken member of American Society......as much as I love it, there are a lot of things I hate about America....and that's the truth...I'll tell it in my next post...
I finally replied to Lupa's snail-mail letter. =\ Ever since he left, I've felt so restless, even though we didn't spend that much time with each other. I feel horrible, though, since he was, like, next door to my aunt's house.....I miss him very much. I wonder what he's doing there, and if he's happy. ^^;
Anyway, I promised the rest of the story in my next post, so here goes nothing...
The boy left again, and the tree felt lonely. She had no leaves to keep her warm, no fruit to attract anyone near, no branches to stand proud and tall. Though the snow and birds and bugs were her closest companions, they did not talk to her, either.
But the boy came back to the tree,you see, and he said,"Giving tree, I am no longer the robust man I used to be, but a saddened husk of what I once was. I am an old man, and life has been so cruel to me." "I'm sorry, little boy," she replied in a hushed whisper, for her strength had waned while he had been gone. "But I have no shade for you to sit under, no oranges for you to sell, no branches for you to build a house from. I am a tree stump now.." At this, she felt terrible. What would he do now? What would he say?
"That's all right, giving tree. All I need now is a good place to sit, rest, and think." "Well, that's what a tree stump is good for..."
So the boy sat on the tree stump, and they talked and talked. Rumors had spread of a storyteller in the countrysides from miles and miles around. The children and the adults came by multitudes. They talked to the boy, and they talked to the tree.
The tree was happy, and the boy was happy.
The End~
Maybe I really am that annoying in person, which is why people gravitate towards me online....ain't that sad? I'm like a broken member of American Society......as much as I love it, there are a lot of things I hate about America....and that's the truth...I'll tell it in my next post...
I finally replied to Lupa's snail-mail letter. =\ Ever since he left, I've felt so restless, even though we didn't spend that much time with each other. I feel horrible, though, since he was, like, next door to my aunt's house.....I miss him very much. I wonder what he's doing there, and if he's happy. ^^;
Anyway, I promised the rest of the story in my next post, so here goes nothing...
The boy left again, and the tree felt lonely. She had no leaves to keep her warm, no fruit to attract anyone near, no branches to stand proud and tall. Though the snow and birds and bugs were her closest companions, they did not talk to her, either.
But the boy came back to the tree,you see, and he said,"Giving tree, I am no longer the robust man I used to be, but a saddened husk of what I once was. I am an old man, and life has been so cruel to me." "I'm sorry, little boy," she replied in a hushed whisper, for her strength had waned while he had been gone. "But I have no shade for you to sit under, no oranges for you to sell, no branches for you to build a house from. I am a tree stump now.." At this, she felt terrible. What would he do now? What would he say?
"That's all right, giving tree. All I need now is a good place to sit, rest, and think." "Well, that's what a tree stump is good for..."
So the boy sat on the tree stump, and they talked and talked. Rumors had spread of a storyteller in the countrysides from miles and miles around. The children and the adults came by multitudes. They talked to the boy, and they talked to the tree.
The tree was happy, and the boy was happy.
The End~
posted by Kasumi @ 5:22 PM
1 Comments:
At 8:00 PM,
Anonymous said…
glad you continued. ^___^ it's a lovely story.
hm. for what it's worth, i think i would like you if i had a chance to meet you in person. ^^ if you're this good online, i don't think you'd be any worse in person.
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